Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way into New Orleans Now I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah

Freedom was just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' and it's all there bubbling me And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Listen up, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Now Bobby baby help me hold it over One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it Cause I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom was just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee